It was a quiet day in Ridgefield, except at one house, never have a lone garage sale! IT IS HELL!! People are everywhere, five at once ask what the price of something is! DAMNIT LEAVE ME ALONE IM TRYING TO WRITE!!!! Anyways there is one particular man here I want to talk about, his name is John- LEAVE ME ALONE!!!! THE FUCKING PRICE IS TEN DOLLARS!!!!!! GO ASK MY DAMN DAD!!!!!!! JUST LEAVE ME ALONE AND IN PEACE DAMNIT!!!! Excuse me, his name is John Stewart, he was in the Vietnam War, and he is 34. He saw a huge mirror and bought from us, if u want more description here thank the god be damned crowd! Fuck you too old woman!
Anyways, into more description, he came in a black jacket and blue jeans. He noticed the mirror in the back and asked if it was for sale, so I sold the old piece of crap for five dollars. He left with it and drove out in his red Ford truck. He arrived at his house and got out of his truck, opened the garage, and dragged the mirror in. He set it beside his car, planning to put it in his room. He went inside into the kitchen, walked to his fridge and grabbed leftovers from yesterday; a bowl of spaghetti. He grabbed a fork and went to his living room to eat. John then turned on his TV and changed the channel to watch some wrestling.
Later, at night, John awoke from his bed to hear a strange whirring noise, he got out of bed and grabbed his rifle. He catiously went downstairs and looked around,cbut he still heard that god awful whirring. He turned to his garage door and realized the noise coming from there.
" Aw hell no! Not the truck!!!" He shouted.
He burst through the door and tripped over his towel he set there a day ago and went tumbling towards the mirror.
'Oh, great,' he thought, 'the first day I get it and I break it!'
But he didn't break it, he fell IN it!
"What the fuck!!!" He screamed as he fell downwards into the swirling void
